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IV. [Quhils I beheld, bellisaes breist was baire.]

Quhils I beheld, bellisaes breist was baire,
and cupids belloues to myne eyne appeird;
amangs the lillyes and the roses faire
my faynting spreits to feide theme did reteire.
no honey beyes there wings more suift did steire
to see the paynted flouers and sulk the same,
then they quhen floachs of snawe they sawe ly cleire,
and from there coldnes theme to fechte there flame:
so hungrie nowe, to searche foode for the same,
to lenghte my lyfe furthe of my eyes they fliee,
and leaves my harte within your breist, fair dame:
a breist thought quhyte more cold then snaw I see,
with hope of help, thought I with feare be lost,
that fyres of love may melt your honours frost.